This is the blog of a 25-year-old bookmark. I proudly boast my own Hallmark serial number, 95 HBM 80-1. You’ll probably want to read all about me and my Travelling Companion (the TC) .
Today’s travel notes
Me and the TC are in Seattle. Where it rains. She’s here for the WritersUA conference, four days of technical writer’s heaven.
Undaunted by the dismal drizzle and the icy wind, the TC set off for a grand tour of the city. She wandered down Post Alley and spotted the Seattle Wall of Gum.
Would you believe that she stuck me to it? So humiliating. Take a look at the snap below and commiserate with me. Don’t laugh!
Chew every mouthful 32 times. “Nature will castigate those who don’t masticate,” said Horace Fletcher the great.
The book I’m in
Bones, by Jonathan Kellerman.
This dude always manages to set your teeth on edge from the very first bite.
Me affixed inelegantly to the Seattle Gum Wall:
Here’s another view of the glorious gum:
The TC did not have any gum, so she donated a half-chewed Mentos that had kept me company in her bag all the way from Australia.
The story is that the gum started appearing on the wall way back in the early 1990s. People standing in line for the Market Theatre used the wall as a place to leave their gum:
As an aside, I have to inform you that the TC noticed with glee the spelling of “THEATRE” in the sign above. One down for American spelling! As another aside, I have to apologise for the TC. She’s a technical writer.
The Gum Wall, a.k.a the Great Wall of Gum, is in Post Alley at the Pike Place Market. Here’s a view from the skyway over the alley, with the sticky stuff on the left:
Here’s the other end of Post Alley, looking altogether less hard-bitten:
That’s all for today dudes.